OK, next stage. I drop my hand to his crotch and find his rampant dick stcking up between his thighs. I begin to squeeze it rhythmically whilst pullin... upwards with little pulsing motions. I feel his ardour increase and our breathing becomes heavy and fast. I''m not sure if I've got the foreskin action just right but Dave's reaction seems to suggest I'm doing just fine.In my head there is the mixture of memories of the gang bang we had and watching a slimey cock ease in and out of a hairy. The sounds of morning life, familiar the world over, came to her. The blacksmith was already at work, trying to beat the day's heat. At the far end of the town, a group of men trudged through the wooden gate towards the fields. She could hear women, gossiping, as they began their day. She may have grown up in, been raised in the city, but ... this, this spoke to her. She would never be a farmer, no, nor a farmer's wife. But, the life of a small town, or traveling from town to town ... it was. While kiss itself was incredibly light rather than forceful, the meregesture made Millie's blue eyes open right back up, wide with surprise.Just as quickly as the urge had come to him, Bart broke of the kiss, andseeing how still Millie appeared, immediately began bowing andapologizing, feeling as though he had just made a horrible mistake."I'm so sorry, Millie! I swear I've never done anything like this toanyone before, and I have no idea what came over me! Oh, what was Ithinking? Millie, I. Chris is 6’1? however, and by standing on tiptoe on his bed platform, and craning his neck, he will be able to see something. Probably little more than sky. Interesting, at this stage, that he’s still bothered about ‘outside’. He can’t be totally resigned to his fate. He may still resist. Observing boys, understanding boys, is pretty crucial in this game. ?I need your clothes now, lad.? He turns around, having hitherto ignored my presence in the cell. He remains stood on the bed platform,.